Nothing I do is right enough.
No hope I hold is bright enough.
No laugh I loose is light enough.
I wrote a song that no-one heard
And I forgot the lyrics
I wrote a song
It was not long
I don't ever have to tell you my drink.
I'd much rather speak what I happen to think.
Do you smell the rum & coke on my lips?
Does it hypnotize?
See you soon. Kiss you soon.
Head over heels. Over the moon.
Clichés will come. And soon they go.
Fools rush in fast. Then time, it slows.
The Money Monster
is back again.
Rasping 'gainst my ear.
Stoking up my fear.
I write these words with blunt force
With which to bludgeon the skulls
Of those who would lose my point
In the florid rhythms that coddle.
(Higher than you got me
That West Hollywood Night)
On the wings of a win